Abandoned: Blood Hunter - Aurora Kryan (ready to read books .txt) 📗

/> He always called me that, baby girl. I guaranteed he tagged it on the end of every sentence like some promise. I would always be his baby girl no matter what and he was here for me. He waited patiently as I mulled it over in my head. He knew I always thought out my answer; probably saw the gears turning in my head.

I couldn’t tell him about Gavin scaring me, that would only get Gavin shot or banded from seeing me, dad was old fashioned that way. But then if I didn’t tell him about Gavin I would have to mention the vampires. And that mess I wasn’t dragging him into. I had enough counseling on that subject to last a life time. Monsters of the imagination are only that, of the imagination.

Besides he didn’t need to know they existed like I didn’t want to believe it. Sighing I leaned into his side. I couldn’t tell him diddaly squat. His pepper colored beard rubbed across my head as he pulled me into a hug, strong arms holding me like I would break.

“Alright you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Just stay safe baby girl.”

It was almost like he knew. “I will dad.”

Next thing I knew I was waking up to the sound of soft snoring. Rubbing my eyes I sat up, pulling the legs of my shorts down. Seemed no matter how I slept they rode up during the night and bunched between my legs uncomfortably. I was still on the couch, dad snoring away on the far end. I had taken the one closest the hall and fell asleep. Guess I was tired.

Sliding off the sofa I pulled dads plaid blanket off. Draping it over him I clicked the TV off, flicked the over head light to dim so he wouldn’t break a leg when he did go to bed, and padded down the hall to my own bedroom. My back was stiff, shoulders tense. While the couch was comfortable it wasn’t made for sleeping, not the way I had at least. Turning the knob of my door I stepped in.

It was almost pitch black the way I liked it. Were it not for the moon light shinning in through the window I probably would have tripped over my pillow laying on the floor. My brow furrowed. I hadn’t dropped it there, not tonight. I was a wrestles sleeper, pillows and blankets alike never stayed on long. Picking up my favorite pillow I humped throwing it back on the bed. I saw him then, standing in the corner watching.

My immediate reaction was to freeze. My chest constricted, muscles tingling as a wave of fear pounded through me. I couldn’t breath, my heart beat was in my throat. The eyes, damn it, the eyes were red. Finally my body cooled and I took action. Dropping to the floor I pressed my back against the door, drawing my knees up to my chest incase I had to shove him off.

My heart was still pounding as I reached under the ripped carpet and pulled out a special silver coated knife. I was ready, ready to slay the vampire in my room. Only he wasn’t moving. My muscles burned as the adrenalin caught up to my mind. I had trained my reactions to be quicker then my bodies’ natural defenses. If you hesitated you were dead, I learned that one the hard way.

My right arm itched again, the memory nagging the back of my mind. I was lucky tonight, my hesitation hadn’t cost me. Not physically at least, but mentally I was terrified. The eyes, always the eyes, reminded me of the little boy who nearly killed me thirteen years ago. Shoving the fear from my mind I tensed. If the vampire wasn’t going to come for me, then I would go for the vampire.

Sweeping my legs under me I lunged forward, knife held with both hands at my hip. I held it this way so he couldn’t slap my only weapon away and so it had the most power behind the thrust. To kill you stab the heart, clean and simple. A cloud drifted across the moon casting my room in complete darkness. I was blind and only inches away. I pivoted striking out in the last place I saw him.

Air, nothing but air, I had missed and now I was defenseless. Backing up I spun around keeping a wall behind me so I wouldn’t be snuck up on. Pressing against my bathroom door I sucked in a jagged breath. Nature was not on my side, the cloud still cast a shadow in my room. Sliding the knife behind my back between the wall I waited. I would not be disarmed unless my blade was stuck in his throat or chest. And I would not move until I saw him first.

Something shifted on the far side of my small room. The familiar sound of my sheet being dragged off my bed alarmed me. He was only two feet away at the most, I could reach out and touch him if I wanted. Dropping the knife I pressed the blade between my index finger and thumb. I couldn’t risk a blind stab and loose my weapon. Right arm tense I slid my left across the wall to my dresser where I pulled out yet another knife.

The vampire shifted again and I threw. The knife thudded against the far wall, a miss, but not a complete waste. I had heard the cloth of his shirt rip. It gave me the basic location and position. Right in front of me, turned slightly to the left. Griping the cold hilt of my second knife I stabbed out meeting resistance. It was the wrong kind. The blade was ripped from my hands, body shoved back into the wall forcefully.

I flinched head cracking into the door behind me. My heart pounded in my ears, I was going to die. Finally the cloud moved from across the moon, slowly re-illuminating my room. His eyes were trained on me from the dark half of the room. Why wasn’t he coming? As if reading my mind he moved forward to reveal himself.

Guess it was better knowing who was going to kill me, then again maybe not. One blue shoe stepped into the light followed by a leg covered in faded jeans, a tan hand balled into a fist, a chest with form fitting black tee, and finally a face that was more terrifying then the eyes themselves.

“Gavin?!”
Chapter 3 - Returning Ghosts

He stared at me, red eyes void of emotion. Was he really going to kill me? Better yet, he was a vampire? How could I not tell, I hunted them for god sakes. Yes my dirty little secret. I was a vampire hunter, a very bad one. My best friend was a vampire and I never noticed until now. My legs gave out and I fell to the floor, tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t believe it, Gavin was a vampire.

My best friend since childhood was a vampire and he was here to kill me. My chest crumbled, raw emotion tightening my throat. I felt so betrayed, so helpless, so lost. He was the one solid thing in my life other then my father. The one thing I actually cared for and loved. And he was a monster, a blood sucking, human killing monster.

“Sky.”

I screamed and his hands clamed down over my mouth silencing me. I swallowed hard, desperately trying not to shake as the fear ran up my spine in sharp prickles. He was still that off warm that seemed cold. My eyes fell shut. Would he just get it over with already? An arm snaked around my waist and I jerked, swatting at it.

“Look at me Sky.” I wouldn’t I just kept swatting his hand away. “Please Sky.”

I froze, heart hammering. His voice was broken and scared again. This had been what he was worried about? This was why he asked about vampires? He was worried about how I would react to him being one? Utter shock that’s what I felt. Staring at the window I wished suddenly that I was back in my room thirteen years ago. Wished that in the fire the boy would have died and not my mother. That way none of this would have to happen.

We wouldn’t have moved across the country back to dad’s hometown to get away from the grief of loosing my mom. I would never have enrolled in high school and meet Gavin. I wished it all away because I didn’t want to face reality. Gavin was vampire. My eyes jerked there way to his dark face. Tears had stopped streaming from my eyes and started drying to my face like crusty paint.

“I’m not here to hurt you, I want to save you.”

I didn’t under stand him. His eyes were red, crimson with starving hunger, but he wasn’t here to hurt me? Did he want to turn me then? Make me a vampire like him? I shoved against his chest, nails digging into the skin under the shirt. He didn’t flinch but he let me struggle some. I would never become a vampire; they took my mother from me and cursed me.
I would rather die. I wanted to shout that at him but his hand was still covering my mouth. Growling I turned my head loosening his grip. Tilting my head back I bit down sinking my teeth into his hand. This time he reacted. Jerking he pulled back falling to the ground. Muscles tight I spun, bunching my knees to my chest. His eyes went wide and I kicked, one foot stomping his chest, the other sliding up his face.

I heard bone crack as his neck craned back at a weird angel. I gasped scrambling to my knees as he fell limply on the floor. Oh God. My heart constricted. Oh God. His eyes were closed, body limp, head kind of tilted back. I broke his neck. My hands flew to my mouth, covering it before I screamed like a banshee. I was shaking, my whole body cold like I had been sitting in ice.

I never meant to hurt him. Fuck I never meant to. He could do anything, bite me, hurt me, kill me, turn me, and I would never want to hurt him like this. It was messed up logic but Gavin was special to me, even when he was a monster he was Gavin. I just wanted him to stop scaring me and be my Gavin again. I wanted this whole thing to make sense and my emotions to stop going crazy.

I stared at him, eyes shaking violently. He looked normal, asleep even. Biting my lip I leaned over, heart stopping as I held my